1 poem; consisting of 3 short poetic forms - Naani, Whitney and Nonet
Chase the sun, home...
I flounder, wear the grey
of stalking sentinels; they tower
and smirk...their stone coat-tails
swallow my feet
the city
will not mourn me;
it pulses
in my rear view...
I breathe deep
and chase the sun;
blacktop snaking toward...life
home peels back the corporate layers;
bleeds gold across my eyes, draws fire
to country skin, runs fingers
through limp hair. I kick off
city boots, to feel
dirt underfoot,
drink freedom
from the
air
~ thank you so much, Legion
I'm stoked that you enjoyed this piece, my friend,
it was from a poetry challenge where we were to write about
leaving the city, and heading back home to the country
inspired by the picture above
thanks for stopping by, I'll come and check your page out shortly
*hugs*
Sasha xx
~ D.Pesek, thank you so much for taking a moment to read this piece
I found that picture while surfing the net, and it just grabbed me.
I'm glad you enjoyed this poem, my friend...I'll check out some of
your poetry shortly
*hugs*
Sasha xx
I love it! The rhythm of the piece is absolutely enchanting, and the imagry is beyond perfect.
I'd love to tell you what you could do to improve this particular piece, but there isn't much I could think of.
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